Sign In Buddha’s Palm

Mongolian army.

Su Qin glanced at the five million soldiers who were about to move, and shook his head slightly: "I don't know whether to live or die."

next moment.

A flame appeared in the depths of Su Qin's pupils, as if the sun was in the sky, oppressing the world.

A terrifying flame spewed out from Su Qin's pupils. At first, it only burned a few hundred meters in a radius, but then it quickly spread and spread. As long as the Meng Yuan army touched a little spark, the whole person would be like grass, and it would burn completely with a squeak. for a fireball.

In the end, all the flames converged, burned violently, and converged into nine 'big suns', spanning the heavens and the earth.

Jiuyang magic, burning mountains and boiling seas.

With Su Qin's strength at the moment, to activate Jiuyang Divine Art, even if he can't transform into a real great sun, it is easy to condense nine rounds of fireballs that burn everything.

Crash.

In an instant, terrifying flames shrouded most of the battlefield, and countless Meng Yuan soldiers couldn't even scream, and they burned into nothingness with a puff.

"what is this?!"

The lord of Mengyuan was extremely furious. He just turned his head to run, and such a change took place on the battlefield. The sun turned into the sky, and the army of five million Mengyuan was completely burned.

"Do not!!!"

The Lord of Mengyuan turned around and wanted to run, but the speed of the flames spread was too fast, and he caught up in an instant. Suddenly, under the burning of the flames, the body of the Lord of Mengyuan turned into nothingness and ceased to exist.

Before he completely lost consciousness, the lord of Mengyuan suddenly felt remorse in his heart. If he hadn't mobilized the army to declare war on Tang, would the result be different?

"The national teacher hurt me"

The lord of the Mongolian Yuan disappeared immediately and ceased to exist.

At this moment, the battlefield is gradually coming to an end. The five million Mongolian Yuan army can't even escape, and they are all wrapped in flames and turned into nothingness.

"What kind of flame is this?"

On Chang'an City, many civil and military officials saw this scene, swallowed hard, and trembled.

They have thought that the martial arts myth is very strong, and they ignore the tactics of the sea of ​​people. Even if they are besieged by a million troops, they can easily kill them without running out of real energy and blood.

It can be killed and killed, but like now, just a few moments of effort, directly burning the five million army into nothingness, what is the concept?

"almost."

Su Qin glanced at the battlefield and thought to himself.

In fact, the Jiuyang Divine Art is powerful, but even the founder of this Divine Art is far from being able to achieve this, burning five million troops in one thought.

This is completely Su Qin's terrifying strength, raising the Jiuyang Divine Art to several levels in one fell swoop.

"pity."

"The power of flames covering such a range has been weakened infinitely, and it can only be useful to martial artists at the ninth-rank martial arts level."

Su Qin shook his head slightly, evaluating in his heart.

If the nine rounds of the sun are condensed into one point, all the power will be gathered in one place, which can completely hurt the martial arts myth.

But if they are spread out like now, there is no threat to martial arts mythology, and even some first-grade grandmasters can resist for a while.

In the Mengyuan army just now, several top-ranking rankers barely resisted the burning of the flame, but later, with the concentration of the flame's power, they were slowly burned into nothingness.

"It's time to go back."

Su Qin glanced at the battlefield again, and finally looked in the direction of Chang'an City, stepped out and disappeared in place.

Meng Yuan was defeated.

The national division of Meng Yuan died on the spot.

None of the five million Mongolian Yuan army survived.

The news spread across the country almost at the speed of a hurricane.

Meng Yuan mobilized five million troops to go south, which has touched the heartstrings of all countries in the world. I don't know how many spies are ambushed near Chang'an City, and they will send information back to the countries at any time and to the front of the monarchs.

"Meng Yuan lost?"

"The national teacher is dead?"

Emperor Song looked ugly, almost roaring at the scout who returned the news: "Is this true or false?"

"Report to Your Majesty, this matter has been repeatedly confirmed, it should be"

The voice of the scout kneeling on the hall trembled, and he lowered his head and said, "It should be true."

Pfft!

Emperor Song seemed to have lost all his strength and collapsed on the dragon chair with a thud, his face full of despair.

"What exactly happened?"

"Why did Meng Yuan lose so thoroughly?"

Yue Yi frowned and asked immediately.

In his opinion, Meng Yuan and Tang Guo are fighting each other, and even if they win or lose, at most, one side will repel the other side.

But like now, Meng Yuan was completely defeated, and none of the millions of troops survived. As a martial arts myth, Meng Yuan's national division died on the spot.

This is simply absurd.

None of the five million troops survived?

This alone, no one can do it. You must know that when the two armies are fighting, once one side has an overwhelming advantage, the other side will inevitably be defeated and flee.

In this case, what did Tang Guo use to leave Meng Yuan's five million army?

Not to mention the five million army, even if the five million pigs are scattered in a hurry, it is impossible to keep all of them, right?

"General."

"The intelligence said that the martial arts myth of Tang country shot, killed the national teacher Meng Yuan with one finger, and then called out the nine rounds of great sun, burned everything, and burned the five million army into nothingness."

When the scout said this, his teeth were trembling. Even if he was not on the battlefield, he could guess how terrifying the flames that could burn up the five million army would be.

"The Martial Arts Myth of Tang Kingdom"

Yue Yi was silent, and after a long time, he said bitterly, "How can you be so strong?"

Not only Song Kingdom.

At the same time, almost all the countries in the world got the news.

Nanming.

Emperor Ming sat on the dragon chair with a dazed gaze.

Since the fall of King Wuyang in Chang'an City, the foundation of Nanming has been greatly damaged. Losing such a top-ranking rank, Emperor Ming was almost unable to suppress the court.

Fortunately, in the past few months, for some unknown reason, two first-rank grandmasters in Nanming have successfully made breakthroughs and entered the top first-rank, which has rekindled Emperor Ming's ambitions.

However.

Before the Emperor Ming could show his strength again, he heard the bad news. In the war between Tang and Meng Yuan, Meng Yuan was completely defeated. Not only did the national master of the martial arts mythology die in the battle, but the army of five million Meng Yuan stayed behind. Outside Chang'an City.

Meng Yuan had such a big loss, of course, the Ming Emperor was happy to see it.

But after today, the shadow of Tang country will probably shroud the kingdoms more thoroughly.

"Wulin Myth."

Emperor Ming looked pessimistic.

With the ability shown by the martial arts myth of Tang, let alone this era, even if you look at the past and present, there is not much to say that people are his opponents, right?

Just when the kingdoms of the world were shaking and restless.

On Chang'an City, Emperor Tang was ordering to clean up the battlefield and order the army to recover the lost territory.

At this moment, a eunuch walked quickly to Emperor Tang and said a few words in a low voice.

"what?"

When Tang Huang heard the words, his face changed slightly.